The woman assured me that the barrel is sealed and that it would indeed last many years even a few decades before going bad, I said wow, good to know,...but no, I wanted to throw one hell of a party and my wife and all our family said they’d be glad to come and help us drink it.The woman who did sound sweet said well we’ll contact you via email in the next week if we do choose you and thank you for your entry into our contest.I hung up and even recharged the minutes just in case they called back. “No, you know you don’t have to do that.” He said smiling, as he went up the hall way. Beth hears the shower running, and decides to take a peek. She is still curious about the size his cock. She peeks in, the shower is going, some steam has part of the upper glass covered. She looks while Bob is soaping his head and face, she can’t see much. Beth is shocked by the size of her brothers cock. She has not seen many, but what she has seen, they don’t compare to his cock. It’s a bout ten. "Ed had to smile. Walt wasn't going to own that he had a grandson, not this one anyway. Paul was playing Free Cell and his grandfather stood behind him to watch. "So he won a game, so what? Bob plays all the time. His percentage is seventy-two. He tells me that is really good."Ed took the mouse from Paul's hand and clicked the details showing games played and percentage. It showed Paul had played 2147 games. Games won, 2147, games lost, zero. Percentage, 100%. "Paul hasn't been here long enough. All of these mature women only had as much libido as me, but they had never lived wanting their husbands to be the only person to truly own them. They often pleased themselves watching porn, touching their pleasure spots thinking of other men, and sometimes even doing a little harmless flirting.They enjoyed being turned on by another man. And, today, I felt even I belonged to the same category.I was now reading the messages in my Inbox. I had ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ texts from almost every male I.